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The grime idea had come to Faramir; he thought their chances of remaining unrecognised were better that way. Boromir held his breath, trembling with the excitement. Never before had he seen houses with little more than their roofs above the water…and on the surface were floating bits of broken chairs, wooden kitchenware, toys, some other things he could not discern… However, his agitation soon gave way to disappointment. The rescue teams had clearly left the place, taking even house cats with them. Some distance away, he could make out their boats through a thick veil of rain. ‘They are gone,’ Faramir sighed. Boromir pressed his lips together stubbornly and resumed his rowing. ‘Boromir, there is no one to rescue there,’ his brother pointed out. Boromir half-turned his head back. ‘All the same, let us go and look,’ he said stubbornly, though Faramir could hear a distinct quiver of hurt in his voice. ‘They could have left someone behind…hey, remember that book Grandmother read to us? About a baby left in a burning house, and how a man saved it? What if there is a sleeping baby in that house over there, and it might drown if no one thinks of looking inside?’ Faramir thought that the chances of that were rather slim; he had not even believed that book. What kind of parents would leave their child behind? Even if they were as busy as their father, they would surely try to save it! He was sure their father would, and their uncle and aunt, too. However, upon a little consideration, he decided to humour Boromir, who was starting to look rather unhappy. ‘Here, let me help you,’ he said, reaching for one of the oars. Boromir sighed with relief. It was good to have Faramir along. Faramir could be just a little bit like Father and Uncle when he wanted, and that made Boromir both uneasy and annoyed at times…but today, they were together, and Boromir was glad of that. Even though they were both quite wet already. They approached a house, and Boromir moored the boat to one of the beams sticking out of the water. ‘Tie it fast,’ Faramir said, placing the oars in the middle. ‘I know, I know!’ Boromir snapped. ‘This isn’t my first time in a boat!’ ‘Yes, but you have lost it once, and the fishermen brought it back from the sea, remember?’ Faramir said. The older boy merely snorted and straightened up, reaching for the edge of the roof and then suddenly pulling himself up. Faramir nodded with approval; 107
his big brother was strong indeed! He himself had to rely on Boromir’s strength to get on top of the house. Once up, they got to the comb of the roof and looked around. There was nothing but other flooded houses around them. The boats with the men were not visible any more through the rain, which had thickened; the wind that had not bothered them much before was blowing rather strongly now, and there were waves on the water. Boromir sighed; it had occurred to him already that any unlucky forgotten baby would be dead by now in a house full of water. Still, he suddenly felt the excitement mount in him again. Was it not wonderful…standing on top of the house, as if on a ship’s deck… He turned so that the wind was blowing into his face, putting his hands on Faramir’s shoulders and turning the younger lad with him. Faramir sniffed the air current like a dog and smiled. ‘Like the Sea-Kings of old…’ Boromir whispered, shifting his feet to stand more comfortably. And suddenly the shabby roof broke under their feet, and the two little Sea Kings fell into the house with a frightened yelp. 108 Boromir felt his feet hit the floor of the house and pushed up, holding his breath. ‘Faramir!’ he sputtered out as soon as his head emerged from the water. At first, he did not see or hear anything, and an icy horror gripped his heart. What if Faramir had hit his head on something? What if he had drowned? ‘Boromir!’ he heard suddenly and felt so weak with relief that he nearly went underwater again. Turning around, he saw his brother, pale and frightened, but very much alive. More than that, Faramir appeared to be sitting or standing on something and not floundering about, though only his head and neck were visible. ‘What…what is that under you?’ Boromir managed, his teeth beginning a lively chatter. ‘A stove, I think,’ his brother replied. ‘Come over here.’ Once Boromir was beside him, Faramir heaved a tremulous sigh and hugged him. ‘I was afraid you had drowned,’ he whispered. ‘Me? Never,’ Boromir said. ‘Let’s try to get onto the roof again…’
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Table of Contents Introduction by C
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Introduction by Cressida and Lilan,
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EdorasLass I've been writing LOTR f
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Nancy Brooke Like many I first came
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They talked a little while eating,
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An Ill-Conceived Notion by Illwynd
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“Gailon, have you any liquor in y
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in this condition, Ciryandil could
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The rest of the night passed withou
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Boromir was already about to give a
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Grief by Gwyneth The person sitting
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23 Boromir averted his eyes from t
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she is gone, and all your hopes and
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Sea Food by Annmarwalk Author’s n
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Summer 2990, T.A. Rumours and Memor
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“Is that true?” “Aye. I read
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Journeys in High Places by Illwynd
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“I know your excuses by now. You
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They walked through ever-changing l
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chirped. It was a silence like of t
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covering of snow; the ever-blowing
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Several hours later, Boromir sat hu
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“I cannot spot them; can you see
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Faramir thought for a moment, then
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him more terrible than to die in ba
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numbed, and their feet, kicking thr
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Leaves on the Wind: Signaling Storm
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and you under the sun. It puts me i
Page 58 and 59: door. Still, I will take comfort, a
Page 60 and 61: The time of our separation is over,
Page 62 and 63: They began to pass through the main
Page 64 and 65: "But...have you ever done this befo
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Page 68 and 69: Faramir looked at the table beside
Page 70 and 71: alongside him. The warm breeze stir
Page 72 and 73: son," he said. "May I assume this h
Page 74 and 75: Denethor did not seem at all surpri
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Page 78 and 79: name. Better to be Anárion and die
Page 80 and 81: another thing he’d learned from M
Page 82 and 83: So this must be the guest from Roha
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Page 86 and 87: I did not know any Rangers; I hoped
Page 88 and 89: They saw guards of the Citadel and
Page 90 and 91: to identify plants by their leaves,
Page 92 and 93: Elchim did not laugh, though Halhig
Page 94 and 95: “You cannot wander about alone at
Page 96 and 97: wondered how hard it would be to sl
Page 98 and 99: He laughs, showing fine straight te
Page 100 and 101: sadness. I wish that we could have
Page 102 and 103: I pack my things into a few small b
Page 104 and 105: Boromir dragged a chair to the wind
Page 106 and 107: ‘No, Boromir, that was not why I
Page 110 and 111: To their great dismay, that proved
Page 112 and 113: Something in his face clearly made
Page 114 and 115: Finally, they were at the door to t
Page 116 and 117: ‘Something tells me you are not a
Page 118 and 119: His eldest was lying sprawled acros
Page 120 and 121: ‘Awaken your brother, ’tis rath
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Page 124 and 125: "Do the young men of Gondor think o
Page 126 and 127: I see it." They walked to the great
Page 128 and 129: "To the new year!" the guests repea
Page 130: Still, Mithrandir thought, it had b
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